Elucidating Questions

The farther away the closer the feeling. The more distant the nearer.

Odd a dream of flying as they were taking off. To think it’s funny when it may just be how it is as I am.

If the weather is kind and there is time to relax, don’t forget to sleep and don’t forget to have fun.

What happens when it’s spread over a farther space and the people in between have no concept of the place?

Does it occur again where the world seems to stretch and the people seem to wake and the place seems to get

Lost in the stories that were untold.

In a moment of freedom, standing on the back of a house that doesn’t exist,

Looking into the distance and wanting to leave.

Who could I go to who could I see?

A hesitant second, it was him, then in a flash a realisation,

I could fly to you

The wings spread, the trying to fly,

As the oceans approached and we took to the sky

And the waking from a dream, awoken to stop.

Couldn’t reach, try not to think of it,

Go through the day.

Awake from the start of it, even as the words pull and scream the names,

And the body is exhausted from the sickness within it,

Trying to keep it together and have hope.

The pieces of the stars, guided by the ones. Pretending not to listen, and they grow quiet.

The stubborn one never, and the questions for proof and answers as the proof showed outside the self.

The grit teeth of the messenger as the dragging into the light. The reason the song puts that pain in my spine. The sound of a voice begging out of desperation.

Such a kind voice, and of course it’s true, the need is there.

Just another one.

Trapped in the wings.

Always they fall quiet as the history is told and the knowledge it doesn’t cause fear, but disappointment in the actions of the past.

Seemingly ineffectual, seemingly quiet, seemingly bleeding.

Simply listening and feeling, thinking and listening, attaching questions to the answers, the strings that attach.

A sapphire beside the diamond.

Every day ended alone, every night is the same. The dreams point me back, arm straight, finger pointing to the distance.

Trying to get there, trying to find a way. Trying to get back, trying to know just why.

Even sleepless, the moments of dreams, like magnetic pulling to you, why am I the only one?

I’m here every day, passed by every day, every day alone and lonely.

Just lonely. Why do I have to be lonely?

In dreams people hear me, see me, and understand, in the daylight they don’t see me, they walk on by.

All I can seem to be is the one who watches on the sidelines, as the others find their way.

Sitting on the side of the road, feet planted in the street,

And I wonder how you’ve been and how you are.

Staring at the sky, painting pictures with my mind,

And wondering what the new sound will be.

This endless craving to be near someone who’s never been that close,

The call to somewhere and the pull,

The urge to run free for a day, spent hiding away,

Closer but away,

Every single day,

Feelings strong, longing long,

And far, far away.

I love you. I’ll love you.

I need you. I’ll need you.

I want you. I’ll want you.

I wish you were near. It’s not like home here.

Taking a puff on the side of the road, staring up and thinking of you and those around who I hope are well and I

Hope you are well. Please, stay well.

The clouds look like brushstrokes, a reverse tundra in the sky.

Twists and twirls as the sun falls and the greys seep in. Darkness and softness, solid, yet not.

Through the spots seeable, the blue like crystal that reminds every day.

The wind flows gently through the trees and changes the sky in seconds above. The distance is mountains, the tundra now whisps.

Like fingers dragged across, the warmth of the sentimentality of the setting sun.

Grey like rain, changes in a blink.

Of you blink it’s gone, like fading ink.

Coming or going, the rolling clouds, the watercolour painting that is the sky right now.